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Up.

"Isn't
it beautiful?" Poison Ivy asked the guards that dangled from her deadly ivy
plants. She had come through the front door, the guards had been only too happy
to let her through, after she had used her Feminine
Wiles on them. She had come for the Hickman's potentilla,
a rare wild flower found primarily in Northern California. She reveled in her
victory. He had told her that she would be successful, but she couldn't say she
believed him, not for a second. Batman and the rest of his caped crew were too
busy trying to find out more about him, probably locked in some stuffy old cave
without any light or plants. In addition to advice, he had given her a little
gift.

"Sorry, Ivy." Nightwing said behind her.

Ivy smiled, the chance to show off her new gift, "He
said you wouldn't be out tonight." She smirked.

"He?Manticore?"
Nightwing asked.

Ivy
pulled her hand up to her mouth, "He came bearing gifts." She said, blowing
pheromones out at him.

Nightwing
tried to fight the pheromones, but he couldn't resist them.

"It
worked." Ivy said.

Manticore stepped from the shadows, "I told you it would." He said.

Chapter 17:
Ivy Wild

Professor
Calbot held up a newspaper that showed two policemen
held up by two giant ivies, "Poison Ivy, once a brilliant botanist, now a super
villain. Thoughts?"

"I
think she's deluded." A raven haired girl said.

"Why
is that, Cathy?" Calbot asked.

"She's
human, not plant. And it's just crazy." Cathy said, "I guess I'm just not a big
fan of hers because she sets women back a thousand years, using her body and
sexuality to get what she wants."

I
chuckled.

Calbot looked my way, "Something you want to share with
the rest of the class, Mr. Rainer?" he asked.

"I
just think it's fear. You don't like Ivy because you
don't understand her." I said.

"Oh,
come on, she talks to something called the Green
and to plants." Cathy debated.

"Well,
they talk back." I added, "I think she's brilliant, she uses her powers, not to
destroy the world, necessarily, but to help plants."

"Which she believes are like the second coming!" Cathy said.

"That
may be true, but Ivy pushes her own agenda and doesn't apologize. Sometimes,
she may seem a little deranged and she breaks the law, which is bad, but there
are worse people, like the Joker and all the mobs."

"Well,
that was a great discussion, but I believe class is over." Calbot
said, "See you guys next time." He said, dismissing the class, "So, do you
really think Poison Ivy is a missionary?"

"I
think she's completely understood." I said, "She wants the world to be just
plants...and her of course."

"So,
what do you think her plan is next?" Calbot asked.

"Well,
Mr. Calbot..." I started.

"Frey.
My friends call me Frey." Calbot said.

"Frey,
I think whatever green cause needs her, that's where she'll be." I smiled, "I'd
like to stay and discuss, but I really have to go. An
appointment to keep."

"Of course." Frey smiled.

"It
was really nice talking to you, though." I said.

"Feelings mutual." Frey smiled as I left.

-

"You've
been searching for days and you've come up with nothing?" Nightwing asked as he
stood by Batman on the rooftop of the highest building in Gotham.

Batman
stood on a ledge, looking out into the city, "I've got leads, but nothing
concrete." He said darkly.

"Ivy
got away from me, but she won't get away next time." Nightwing said.

Batman
looked at him, "She's slippery." He said.

"Yeah,
she's a little hard to hold onto."Nightwing said, "Are you up for a little recon?"

"Poison Ivy?" Batman asked.

"Yeah,
I figure us against her and her new and improved pheromones could work."
Nightwing said.

Batman
nodded, pulling out his grappling hook and swinging away.

-

Poison
Ivy stood, carefully putting a rare flower in her satchel.

"You
know," Ivy turned to see Manticore perched on the
arch of the museum, "Maybe I should have gone into cahoots with Catwoman, at
least she can get in and get out quickly."

"How
long have you been there?" Ivy asked.

"Long enough to know you're a slow poke."Manticore
said.

"This
is a rare plant." Ivy said, "I'm not going to harm this plant just to push your
agenda."

Manticore jumped off the arc, annoyed, "Listen, greenie, my agenda is the only thing that matters.
Without me, you'd be on the first plant-mobile back to Arkham."

Ivy
groaned, "Fine, what's next?" he asked.

"Did
you get to the bird?" Manticore asked.

"I
did." Ivy said.

"He
should be here any moment." Manticore said.

"What
is the master plan? To annoy Batman and Robin until they inevitably put you in Arkham?" Ivy asked.

"I'm
hunting bigger fish." Manticore said, walking away.

"Where
are you going?" Ivy asked.

"We're
not alone." Manticore said, leaving.

"Ivy."
Batman said, now perched atop the same arch that Manticore
was earlier, "You're thieving days are done, Ivy."

"Oh, Persephone." Ivy groaned.

"Looks
like you're caught, venus." Nightwing said.

"It's
over for you, Ivy." Batman said.

"You're
half right." Ivy said, "s'over
for one of us, but it isn't me, bats."

Before
Batman could make heads or tails of anything, Nightwing clubbed him over the
head.